Из альбома: Manifest Destiny
The blood has dried, the time has passed,
With our devices, built to last,
Somehow, someway, we just keep going...
So afraid, so strained, crushed by,
The weight, of the world,
Somehow, I just keep going,
Like tore-up ragged toys,
That stich is good enough,
I don't think we'll break,
But we'll sherly awake,
Like tore-up ragged toys,
That stich is good enough,
I don't think we'll break,
But we'll sherly awake,
Each day, I burn out feeling ashamed,
Each night, spent looking for escape,
All the maddness, just won't go away,
Each day, I burn out feeling ashamed,
Each night, spet looking for escape,
All the maddness, just won't go away,
Your voice a hollow echo, from a distanv yesterday,
Put me into adolencense, push me to deprevity,
AnD my mind's on fire, overwhelmed in distant days=
Sedatgd by your essence, longing to complacency,